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 Posted: Thu May 25, 2023 2:06 am
Quote: Prompt 2: You're singing in the rain ♪♫♪ Just singing in the rain!♪♫ Fang never minded the rain. It felt nice on his skin, in his fur. He tilted his face up to the sky briefly, letting the rain run freely down his face. He felt as free as this rain in moments like this, just connecting with the nature around him, sitting on a park bench and enjoying himself. Even the car smells got dampened, as long as there wasn't an especially large amount of fresh oil on the roads. Everything got sort of quiet and harmonious. It reminded him, very faintly, of a song he used to sing. Haltingly, he opened his mouth and began to sing, voice cracking and sounding very much rusty. But... there was so little for him to have, he had to have this. "In the golden fields the Chrysocyon roams, fur of flames guiding them to their homes. "In the twilight hour the Chrysocyon hunts, taking prey together all at once. "Chrysocyon, Chrysocyon, guardian of the plains, your presence brings harmony, even in the harsh rains. "Chrysocyon, Chrysocyon, you show us freedom, with your fighting spirit, we forget to be glum. "Chrysocyon, Chrysocyon, forever may you roam, a symbol of courage and a place we call home." His throat hurt, but it was worth it. He'd remembered the whole thing after all! He just had needed to get started. His wisp burbled at him, making happy little noises in response to his song, and he smiled at it.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 3:42 pm
The rain on Earth was lovely.
The rain on Daedalus often felt strange and astringent, owing to the sheer amount of pollution pumped into the atmosphere. And it had only gotten worse after Chaos came and everything got worse.
But this was rain you could wander in, and even the unpleasantness of getting soaked was nothing compared to the enjoyment of it.
He was glad for his jacket, at least; the magical material seemed to do relatively well at repelling water, so he wasn't entirely soaked through. And in the distance, he could hear a voice, singing, and it drew his attention--it and the Order aura it was attached to. So he followed it, and he found,a t the other end, another distinctly nonhuman Senshi.
At least, humans didn't have furry ears and tails, as far as he recalled.
He wondered if this was one of the ones Murikabushi had known, or if he was meeting someone new to both of them.
"That sounds lovely," Daedalus said, loud enough to, he hoped, get attention from the other Senshi. "Is it from your homeworld?"
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2023 9:33 pm
Fang startled at the other voice, the other aura that he should have sensed, paid attention to, but he'd been so wrapped up in remembering this tiny piece of his childhood, remembering the faint voice of his mother, the circle of children around the fire at night in the village he'd been staying nearby singing it, and— Overwhelmed with emotion, he could only nod, ducking his head and hoping the other thought the rain was simply tears on his face. "F-Fang," he said, thumping his chest with his right fist when he looked back up a moment later. "It... child song. Happy times..." His tail curled between his legs, ears drooping. Happy times, back on a dead planet, with people he would never see again. He barely even remembered his Fangan mother and father anymore, memories of his Chrysocyon mother and siblings much more heavy.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2023 2:12 am
The peoples of the universe with animal ears and tails, Daedalus had always thought, had a sort of disadvantage if they ever wished to conceal emotions--those drooped ears and curled tails gave things away. Probably it could be overcome, but it was clear Fang was not trying.
And that was a familiar name.
"I'm Daedalus," he introduced himself, "and we have a mutual friend. Murikabushi told me about you." He extended his hand, paused to consider, and let it hang. It was possible that the Fangian greeting wasn't a handshake, but maybe Fang had become used to them on Earth?
"I'm glad to meet you in person, and to get to hear a Fangian song." He paused, briefly. "I could teach you one from my world, if you'd like?"
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2023 2:23 am
Fang perked up at that name—if Murikabushi knew Daedalus, then Daedalus must be good. He reached out to shake Daedalus's hand with enthusiasm, grinning toothily and exposing his small fangs. "Thank Daedalus," he said cheerfully as he released Daedalus's hand. The thought of learning about other planets had not occurred to him. Other planets that were not Earth. The thought awed him. To be offered such information so freely... His tail began to wag behind him, but he didn't pay it any mind. Learning more about the universe sounded wonderful. To learn from a senshi more about their own planet, what it was like before the universe started to decay! It would never be the same as learning more about his own planet, rotting to dust from his own inability to save it, too young to do anything when he woke, society ripped apart so he would have nothing to refer to but that little village... But learning more about others? That meant the world to him, so he nodded eagerly in answer, ears perked fully forward and tail wagging even harder. "Yes, please!"
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2023 2:34 am
Oh, Fang was precious, every emotion telegraphed at maximum volume. Daedalus had known few people so free and open with their feelings in his life; he was much more used to dissembling and game-playing, to expecting most everyone around him to be wearing some kind of mask, but no mask could cover Fang's clear innocent enthusiasm.
He wondered what Fang's world had been like. What his life had been like. But that was a tragic question, bringing up something that was likely long lost. Something Daedalus hadn't even been able to face for himself.
"Alright," he said, "I'd be glad to teach you."
The song that came to mind was one of the earliest he'd learned; a work song designed to help keep everyone working on the line at the garment factory where he'd found his first job in rhythm, so clothes moved down at a steady pace. It was simple, the lyrics straightforward, the rhythm basic--easy to recall and easy to teach.
And it felt like home.
The older kids in that factory had looked out for Soren when he was small and lost. The adults had made sure they were all fed, as much as they could.
And with that memory heavy in his chest, Daedalus sang.
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